Just as she bent to rise, his footsteps picked up speed, closing in like a predator honing in on prey.
The tension shattered when a car screeched to a halt right in front of Cherry, like a shield dropped from the heavens.
The man in black didn't wait for an invitation—he bolted, disappearing into the night before anyone could blink twice.
"¡Súbete, señorita Cherry! (Hop in, Miss Cherry!)" a voice called from behind the partially lowered tinted window.
Peering up, she spotted two men in the front seats, one gripping the wheel like it owed him money, the other leaning lazily against the window.
The driver on the right focused on the road, while the man on the left waved her in with an air of impatience.
"And just yesterday, you were flaunting that bike like it was a Ferrari. Where is it now, eh?" the man jeered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
